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This is not meant to be an advert . . . I really do promise. Please just scroll down to my previous posts (or from the “Recent Posts” panel on the right to see my most recent posts here) if you find this distasteful.

But it is just that SO MANY people have been messaging me to ask about how I started out on our “lifestyle” and about how I met my semi-regular lovers, that . . .

I thought it might be interesting to publish excerpts from my own private diary, from the past ten years or so, as Ebook short stories. Most of them are reasonably short journal entries hastily typed into our computer a few days after the event. They were originally meant as fun recollections for Hubby and I to browse back through from time to time, but are in fact what led to me actually starting an on-line diary here.

The Ebook idea came about because I have been approached by a real Ebook publisher to submit several manuscripts for review. (Hence why this first book on Amazon is actually “Part 3”), but I thought I would also try doing it myself.

I realise it is quite short (some of my original diary entries are much longer), but as this is a first attempt . . . and a lovely memory that I STILL get turned-on about . . . I thought I would publish this one first.

There are many, many more accounts of meetings and fun with all of my lovers, but this one (called “The Balcony”) is from one of my evenings with a young man who will always have a special place in my memories.

You can download it from Amazon from the following link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008EDGJYG

Perhaps if it is popular I will publish some more memoirs from earlier meetings … and how Hubby and I started on our wonderful lifestyle.

Please do let me know what you think!!!

AND please don’t be cross if you think I shouldn’t be selling things like this on-line, it’s just that so many have asked!

With best wishes – Modesty

Throughout all the years of my affair with Lover No 1, Hubby had constantly asked if I would invite him along to “just watch, not even to join in”. And for years I’d told him that I’d be too nervous, and not able to really be myself, and that he’d just have to make do with me telling him all about things on my return home. I had talked with Lover No 1, about Hubby’s requests quite early on in our relationship and we’d both agreed that it would make things more difficult, and “unnatural”. But over the years, as we talked about it more, and as our own relationship grew and became more adventurous, it was clear that we’d begun to enjoy the fantasy aspect of it as well. And it started to become a topic of conversation during our meetings, with No 1 teasingly asking “are you going to bring him along next time?”.

Eventually he’d suggested it would make the perfect anniversary gift for Hubby and I . . . and so it happened. And, with Hubby sitting quietly in the corner as he’d promised, it was actually far easier than I’d imagined (this was several years before our first Swingers Club adventure).

But it was still almost a year before we agreed he could join us again. And on that occasion I did find myself getting so aroused and carried away that I called out for him to come over to the bed and join in. And it was amazing . . . just wonderful for all of us. Different, and wildly passionate total sexual abandonment.

I would still meet with No 1 more regularly just on my own of course, but we have had several more fun 3-some evenings since, and, as I had started to feel guilty about “locking Hubby out” several weeks ago, when Lover No 1 called to see if I was free, I asked if I could bring Hubby along again. He agreed without a moments hesitation.

Hubby booked a local Holiday Inn for our mid-week rendezvous. We met after work and drove straight to the hotel, (stopping off briefly to buy wine and snacks), so that we’d both have time to shower before No 1 arrived. We both lounged in our towels on the bed until he arrived, and then all sat chatting and sipping wine for 30 minutes or so until he made the first move by saying he would just take a quick shower. Hubby moved over onto the chair in the corner when No 1 returned to the bed. I’d already unwrapped my towel and just lifted up the bedclothes to welcome him in next to me. I felt his erection already rubbing against my thigh as he cuddled in next to me and began kissing me.

The next few minutes were a blur as I completely lost myself in his kisses and caresses. I could feel his firmness even harder against me now as he squeezed against me, his hands stroking down over my arms and then pulling at my nipples with his fingers . . . and then sucking them up between his lips. If Hubby was moving around I certainly couldn’t hear him. All I could hear was my moans of pleasure, and No 1’s lips popping away from each nipple before sucking them into his hot mouth again. I arched my neck backwards as his tongue licked further down my tummy and his hand traced a path before it, to slide in between my legs and pry them apart.

I gasped as I felt him lifting the bedclothes off us (or was it Hubby pulling them back?) and then felt his fingers sliding in between my pussy lips. I groaned louder as they pushed further, and harder, and faster. I reached down with my own hand to lift his fingers away from inside of me and lift them up to my mouth. “I want to taste my juices” I told him (and Hubby whom I assumed to still be sitting in the corner), before I pushed them down and into me again. Groaning loudly as I felt two, or three, pushing and curling up inside me. “Fffuucck” I was groaning out. “Fucking love it”.

I was already beginning to lose myself completely in the emotion of it all. Feeling those wonderful fingers stroking in and out . . . and knowing my legs were spread wide . . . wide enough for my husband to be having a grandstand view of what those fingers were doing to me. I had my eyes closed, and all I could hear was my own gasps and groans, but I knew Hubby would be gasping too.

Suddenly the fingers pulled away from me, sliding gloriously over my clit, and then forcing me back further onto the bed as I felt him kneeling up and moving over me. He lay forward to kiss me, his lips bouncing across my breasts and nipples as I felt his erection now sliding into me. I groaned and gasped with the pressure as I felt him pumping over me. “Oh God,” I cried out as I felt his full weight on my chest, and then him lifting away for an instant, before pounding down onto me again. I could feel his cock pumping in and out of me with a quickly increasing rhythm, and hear the mattress squeaking and creaking in time with my gasps and groans.

He paused for a moment to re-adjust, hooking his elbows in under each of my legs and then lifting them up over his shoulders. “Ohh fucking hell” I groaned out. “Deep enough?” he asked. I opened my eyes to see him grinning down at me as he began increasing his stroking again. “Yes, fucking deep!” I exclaimed, half giggling half gasping my answer. We continued our steady rocking back and forth against each other, I couldn’t tell for how long, until I felt him re-adjusting again, this time pulling back slightly and then bringing my legs tighter together and reaching forward with the palms of his hands squeezing down over my nipples again.

I came with loud screams (“so loud they must have heard in the corridor and next rooms” Hubby told me later). But I was oblivious to everything but the spasms and shudders of my orgasm. I felt him pulling out and rolling me over onto my side, my legs flopping down onto the bed. He slid in behind me pulling my back into his chest and cuddling his arms over my own, kissing my neck and shoulders as I continued to tingle and shudder.

We lay for several minutes before he pulled away from me and then rolled me over onto my other side to face him. He was kissing me passionately, more passionately than he normally would I was thinking! Then he rolled completely onto his back pulling me up on top of him, I felt my knees involuntarily sliding each side of his hips as he lifted me up into a sitting position. I started gasping again as he reached up squeezing at my nipples again. “Not yet” I was trying to tell him, trying to brush his hands away, but he was playing with me, reaching straight back with each hand just as quickly as I pushed them away . . . and bucking his hips up against me making me reach down to hold his chest to try to steady myself. I felt his still hard cock underneath me. I started to rub my pussy lips over his hot erection, whimpering again as I felt my own wetness there on his cock, and his fingers twisting and pulling at my nipples again.

“Sit on me” he told me. I wanted it now too. I lifted up and reached round behind my cheeks to guide him in, but he pulled my hand away and tugged gently at my arm “No, I want you to turn round and face my feet”. I laughed and tried again to reach round to find his cock and change his mind, but he persisted with his tugging and pulling at my arm. I lifted my right leg up and turned round to face his feet and lift my left leg back over him. I looked down between my legs now and grasped his shiny cock, glistening wet from my own juices, and guided him in . . . feeling that wonderful feeling as I sat back on him. He’d sat up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back further onto him and thrusting up into me. I gasped and opened my eyes again, looking straight across the foot of the bed to see Hubby grinning wildly at me sitting completely naked in the chair pulled up close to the bed . . . his own cock standing up fully erect between the fingers of the hand he was gripping himself with, his other hand cupping his balls from underneath. I heard myself gasping again, closing my eyes, moaning quite loudly I knew, with the sensation of bouncing myself up and down on my lovers cock knowing Hubby was sitting just feet away, loving it almost as much as I was.

I was gasping and grunting again with the thoughts running through my head, and the exertion of the thrusting against me. No. 1 had fallen back on his back again and pulled me back with him. We’d come apart and I rolled off him and turned round to face him again. He sat up to meet me and rolled me over onto my back again sliding his mouth across my nipples again. They really were sensitive now though and I pushed his head down over my tummy. He knew where I really needed his lips and tongue. I gasped out quite loudly, calling Hubby’s name and lifting my arms up . . . I had my eyes closed but I could hear him standing up from his chair and then felt his weight as he knelt onto the bed beside us. I was gasping at the feel of No. 1’s lips sucking at my clit and what must have been his finger pushing into me . . . it was too long and hard to have been his tongue. I could sense someone leaning forward over me and opened my eyes to see Hubby’s grinning face leaning into mine. His tongue was hot and wet as we kissed into one another, I wrapped my arms around his back as we kissed. I was swooning from the feelings between my lips at both ends!

Hubby pulled away and knelt closer towards the pillow . . . I opened my eyes again to see his hard cock wobbling in front of me. I reached over to pull it to my lips and moments after I did so I felt a pulling away from below, and then hands on my hips turning me over and lifting me up onto my knees. We all adjusted our positions, No. 1 kneeling between my legs from behind, Hubby shuffling further into the bed in front. I felt his cock begin pushing in and out of my mouth . . . and, almost instantaneously, No. 1’s cock pushing into me from behind. The thrusting seemed completely synchronised, my pussy being rocked forward pushing my mouth onto my husbands hard cock which, in turn, pushed me backwards onto the hardness of No. 1. I could hear them both grunting now, my own groans were muffled of course . . . until Hubby pulled away for a moment to ask me “what’s he doing to you?” I giggled as I looked up at him, “fucking my cunt!” before gasping again as another thrust pushed me forward and my lips opened to accept Hubby’s cock fucking into my mouth again. I felt No. 1 pulling out, yet holding me steady by my hips, and asking Hubby if he’d like to change ends. I giggled again “don’t I get a say?” as I stayed in position on my knees and elbows. Hubby kissed my bottom cheeks and replied “of course sweetheart, do you want to stop?”. I didn’t answer, I was already greedily sucking onto No. 1’s lovely cock and wrapping my arms around his lovely bum to pull him harder into me. I felt Hubby’s knob pushing and thrusting into me with even harder strokes than No. 1 had been pumping at me before. Neither were going to give me the chance to change my mind.

I had lost my concentration momentarily, but I love the feeling of No. 1’s cock in my mouth, not that it’s very much different from Hubby’s . . . perhaps just a little thicker . . . but just knowing it’s different, knowing I’m giving someone else pleasure and knowing that Hubby was right there stroking into me at the same time. Suddenly I began to feel fingers all over me as well as the thrusting of both cocks pushing into me. No. 1 was gently squeezing at my breasts again, his palms just squeezing, then releasing, then scraping across my nipples . . . and Hubby’s fingers were swirling over my clit, round and round in time with his pumping. I had to pull my mouth away from No. 1’s cock, the sensations were overwhelming me again. I exploded with a long groan and then muffled gasps as I fell forward onto No. 1’s knee and then buried my face into the bedclothes as Hubby pumped and pounded behind me. I collapsed down onto my stomach, writhing and shaking and then pulling my knees up to my tummy as I rolled onto my side. I could feel them both moving around on the bed beside me and exchanging compliments about how “amazing she is” . . . but their voices became more muffled and distant as I squeezed my eyes more tightly closed and drifted away into that zone where nothing, or no-one, can touch or speak.

Apparently I dozed for half an hour or so, before stirring and becoming conscious once again of voices and their conversation across my shoulder. They were cuddled up against me, one either side, and talking in half whispers . . . I lifted up my head “what are you saying, are you talking about me”. No. 1 laughed and said he’d been saying how lucky we were all, to share such incredible times. I rolled over onto my back and sat up to accept his offering of my wine glass. We all sat up, our backs against the pillows pulled up against the headboard of the bed, continuing the conversation about previous meetings (all of us together, and No. 1 and I on our own).

We’d been talking for some time when No. 1 said he’d have to be making a move soon. “You can’t let him go home like that sweetheart!” Hubby teased me as he pointed over at No. 1’s still semi-erect cock lying so wonderfully up against his tummy. “Oh, yes I see what you mean” I said as I reached over to stroke it and it almost immediately stood-upwards. I leant down and sucked him into my mouth again. I’d twisted down and rolled over slightly and could feel Hubby now rubbing himself against my lower back. I reached round behind me to grasp him, he felt quite erect now as well. But I was more intent on No. 1’s lovely cock now, sucking it slowly up and down and pulling off a little to roll my tongue around it’s head and then down the shaft to his balls, pulling my hand away from Hubby and instead reaching round to squeeze No. 1 with both hands now, one cupping and playing under his balls, the other sliding up and down over his length as I flicked my tongue round and round his head now. He suddenly started gasping quite quickly and lifted away, “can I come, I need to come”. I rolled onto my back and slid down the bed a little, “come on then, you can come on my face” I told him. I was only looking up at him, but heard Hubby gasping out from next to me “Oh, God, oh God, do it, do it on her”. I reached back with my free hand to grasp Hubby’s cock, he was straining on my other side now, gasping loudly in unison with No. 1 who was playing with his own cock with both hands now. I reached round to slide my hand over his hip and bum cheek as I watched him stroking himself back and forth.

No. 1 came first, spurting a sudden burst of white as he gasped out loudly. I felt it splash across my chin and onto my neck with a second spurt. I was still stroking Hubby hard with my right hand and heard him gasping out loudly. I turned towards him just in time to see his first jet shooting out over me. It felt almost like I was seeing him shooting another jet towards me before I felt the first, but in seconds I could feel the warmth and wetness hitting against my cheek and nose, then more across my lips . . . and as I gasped and giggled out, more across my forehead and then into my mouth as I swallowed for air. I felt splashing across me again, from both directions it had to be, there was so much of it. I had to sit up and wipe the stickiness away from my eyes and nose, I seemed to be breathing it in as well as swallowing it!! “God, you boys!!” I giggled out “there’s loads of the stuff”. Hubby had rolled over onto his back, No. 1 was still kneeling next to my shoulder. He eventually got up off the bed and returned with a towel from the bathroom. I was still giggling and cursing at them as I wiped my face and neck . . . and my hair!!!

Hubby was still prone next to me as I lay back and then cuddled up into No. 1 as he joined us back on the bed. We lay together, the three of us squeezing into one another until eventually No. 1 got up to shower before his journey home. He returned from the bathroom and pulled his clothes on whilst telling us how envious he was that we were able to spend the night. Hubby kept saying “Well you know you can stay as well. Wouldn’t it be great to start the morning with a really special wake-up call!!” We knew he really had to go of course . . . but I did detect a hint of temptation in his parting kiss.

And so it was Hubby who benefited from that “early morning special wake-up call”!!!!

I hope you’ve had as much fun this Jubilee Bank Holiday Weekend as I have!!!

We celebrated the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee with a wonderful threesome evening . . . more details soon!!!

But in the meantime, as I entered into the spirit of the weekend by painting ALL my nails Red, White and Blue, I thought I would share a few photos of my Jubilee Fingernails here.

You’ll find one on my “Gallery” page . . . and just for subscribers to my diary, there are several others (showing a little “more” of me) on my “Feeling Daring” and “Unmasked” picture pages.

Hope you enjoy . . . and yes, I will post some details of our fantastic threesome evening just as soon as I can!!!

I hadn’t really been looking forward to visiting the club last Friday. It had been a busy week (well, busy two weeks actually! LOL!!), and I told Hubby I was feeling tired and not really in the mood. But he was insistent, and said he’d been thinking about it all week . . . and that we could have a long lie-in bed in the morning. So . . .

We ate out at one of our favourite restaurants nearby, and arrived at the club just after 11 p.m. It was already busy at the bar, and even as I undressed in the cloakroom, from my top-layers of the coat and dress I’d worn for our meal, I still didn’t feel excited or motivated. I’d worn one of my tiny black lace see-through baby dolls and skimpy g-string, and I could tell as I walked back to the bar that at least Hubby certainly approved . . . and excited.

We spent the next hour chatting to several different couples and were then joined by a single guy whom we had spoken with on a couple of our previous visits. He was quite cheeky and fun to talk with and kept suggesting I go with him into the main room to see “if anything interesting was happening”. Eventually, after an hour of his insistence (and after we’d finished our wine), I gave in and he took my hand and led me off down the corridor. I glanced back to see Hubby smiling and then getting down off his stool to follow us. The crowd around the bar had thinned quite considerably over the past 30 minutes or so . . . and we could now see where they had all disappeared to. Two women were entertaining a number of men on the large low bed in the corner of the main Play Room. Scattered around the edges of the room a number of other couples, and singles, were standing or sitting in various stages of activity. My new companion and I stood just inside the doorway, his arm curled around my back and then stroking me over my bum cheeks. His other hand reached round to start gently pinching at my nipples . . . and then down over my tummy and up and inside my g-string. We were suddenly joined by a blonde woman standing to the left of us who began kissing my neck and shoulders. I glanced over to our right and could see Hubby standing by the other corner smiling across at us. The blonde woman was becoming bolder now, much bolder, as she eased the straps of my top down over my shoulders to bare both my breasts. I felt her breath on my nipples . . . and then her lips sucking from one to the other while my male companions fingers began sliding deliciously in and out of my cunt. All around us I could hear the sounds of sex . . . and realised my own moans were contributing to those of the others nearby. I could feel hands all over me now, running down over my back and sliding in between my bum cheeks from behind me as well. I glanced over my shoulder again. There was now another, younger man, standing behind me and working his hands between my legs and yet another guy shuffling behind him reaching over and trying to join in. They were all squeezing against me now and I could sense that both of these new arrivals had their trousers open, or down, as I felt bare cocks rubbing against my bum cheeks and thigh. I felt myself swooning and my groans getting louder. I closed my eyes tightly and rocked my head backwards as a wave of excitement tingled through me. This couldn’t be me, I couldn’t possibly be doing this, squeezed up against a wall with hands roaming and caressing all over me, fingers pushing inside me, and the lovely sensation of my nipples being gently licked and sucked. I was groaning louder, I knew I was, I could hear my own moans above the other noises around me . . . and I could feel, and hear, the hot breath of the men behind and to the side of me. And, the muffled moans of my blonde lady who, from her rhythmic pushing and rocking against me was now obviously right in front of me. I opened my eyes and could see she was being fucked from behind by an attractive tall guy I’d seen standing at the bar earlier. She pulled her lips away from my breasts and instead slipped both her hands down to hold my hips for support as the pounding from behind her got more frantic. I looked up and around, Hubby had moved right up to be standing with the group of us, obviously wanting a better view of everything that was happening to me. I rolled my eyes and lifted my hands up in a motion partly to say I couldn’t control all the hands and bodies rubbing against me . . . and partly in a motion of surrender to everything that was happening. He knew I was enjoying it, it was up to him to intervene, or join-in, if he wanted.

But it was actually my initial companion that acted first. He’d obviously been getting annoyed at being joined by all the others. He kissed into my ear, telling me forcibly “I want to fuck you on my own!!!” He pulled his fingers away from me and took me by the hand to lead me back down the corridor towards the Private Room. I looked back over my shoulder, Hubby was following and so were the two others! As we walked I could feel my wetness squelching, I was so aroused by what had just been happening to me that my pussy was dribbling with each step. We reached the door and my companion moved to pull me in. I turned back to Hubby who was right behind us, and put my free hand up on his chest. I kissed his cheek and whispered “he wants to fuck me on his own. I really just need to be fucked right now. I so need it. You can watch through the peep holes in the door. You’ll like that won’t you??” I realised even as I was saying it, that it was a command rather than a question.

My companion pulled me into the room and slammed the door behind us, sliding the bolt into the lock. I shuffled back onto the bed as he stood with his back to the door pulling his clothes off. I lifted my chemise up over my head and threw it onto the cushions behind us . . . and then lifted my hips as he reached forward and pulled my g-string off me. As he stood unbuckling my shoes his erect cock wobbled before me. I wanted to reach out and stroke it but he immediately rolled a condom down over it and then knelt onto the bed beside me. He opened my legs immediately and as he leant forward against me he just seemed to glide into me. No foreplay, no words or compliments . . . he was just suddenly stroking into me. I suppose he assumed I’d had all the foreplay I needed being groped up against the wall by all those hands and fingers. I threw back my head and gasped out loudly as he thrust again and pushed me further back onto the bed. I knew the one-way window into the main play room was right behind our heads and that there was probably already a crowd of viewers looking in on us. I wondered for a moment if Hubby had moved round to there, or was he perhaps still standing at the door looking in through the peep-holes. I hoped, for an instant, that he was still at the door and that at least he may be able to hear my groans . . . as well as see my new companion thrusting into me. But those thoughts lasted for only an instant before I felt myself rushing away into that private zone where there is just me being thrust and pounded back against the bed, just me and my new companion, both of us grunting and groaning (and mainly me squealing and shouting apparently, according to Hubby later).

I knew I was lifting my legs straight up into the air on either side of his hips. I knew I was pulling and hugging my arms around his back and shouting encouragement into his shoulder as he stroked back and forth into me. “Fucking hell, fuck me, fuck me. I need it, I fucking love it”. I was feeling rampant and gasping out with each pumping thrust. I wanted to come, I needed to come, needed it so badly. He slowed and reached up to hold my ankles. I thrust myself up against him to quicken his thrusts again. I was so close, so close and I didn’t want him to stop. I felt him thrusting again and heard him gasping out, he was coming too. I dropped my legs down behind his back, pulling him into me and humping against him. I felt myself coming and screamed out with the rush, pulling myself up with my arms cradled around his shoulders for a moment . . . and then falling backwards onto the bed, throwing my arms out to each side and twisting and shaking as the waves rolled over me. As he pulled out, I jerked and shuddered and rolled over onto my side, pulling my knees up into my foetal position of complete release and relaxation.

After a few minutes of being completely oblivious to everything else, I could feel him moving around on the bed. He cuddled into me and said “Fantastic. You really are fantastic”. I was suddenly coming-to now and realising that there must have been lots of pairs of eyes looking in at us, from both ends of the room. My exhibitionistic wantonness suddenly replaced with that self-conscious nervousness . . . I was completely naked and exposed . . . and I must have been behaving like a brazen, and out-of-control, slut.

He was already getting dressed. I shuffled around retrieving my chemise from the tangle of cushions, consciously not looking up into the mirror window even though I knew I couldn’t see anything but my own reflection, but knowing that anybody could be looking in on us and would have seen everything. My companion handed me my g-string, and waited whilst I sat on the end of the bed and buckled-up my shoes. We kissed briefly again as I stood and then he turned to unlock the door.

Hubby was sitting at the bar when we emerged. I could tell he was annoyed. “Are you cross?” I asked as I kissed his cheek and squeezed his hand. “Were you able to watch us?” He nodded and said, “I watched, but would rather have been inside with you. Anyway, it’s late, shall we make a move?”

I knew he was cross and disappointed. But I’d just been unable to say no, unable to control those sudden new emotions that had overwhelmed me as I’d been fingered and caressed and licked and sucked against that wall. I knew Hubby was cross, I knew he was disappointed . . . BUT he got his reward the next morning!!!